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October 21, 2013
I just caught Shana laughing over old Cathy comics on the patio, where I'd let her out a few minutes earlier. Apparently she's been squirreling away clippings in a "fort" she created beneath the makeshift shelving I placed to in the corner for planters to rest on, which I thought was home only to dried leaves and her occasional cigarette butts. But this? Totally unacceptable. Seeing your cat contorting her mouth into the Cathy "Ack!" shriek is something I hope none of you ever have to witness. "At least it wasn't Garfield," she said. She has a point. I guess.